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Beer bottles and ashtrays littered the apartment.  The party had passed and all that was left was a girl slumped down in a chair, peaceful, eyes closed, and across the small room from her was a boy, tired looking, and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.  His brown hair seemed almost dusty in the shitty lighting and it flared out like he had just been given a noogie.  Maybe he had.
The girl had blonde hair, eerily smooth, that trickled and flowed past her ears and down her shoulders.  Her wrists were thin and frail, but lush with color, and her hands were inert in her lap.  A ray from some source of light reached through the window, stretching towards her feet, but stopping at the laces of her size six sneakers.
The boy sat on the dirty plaid couch watching her.  Just…watching her.  Suspicion swam in his eyes and he lifted a hand to his mouth, as if that would protect him if she woke up.
What is she…
Her eyes flickered open, clouded with sleep and the dust left by dreams, or something of the sort.  The boy tensed.  She looked around wall, towards the bottom like one might look for their glasses.  Her factory perfect blue eyes settled on a electrical outlet with an electrical cord slithering from the holes arranged to look like a very surprised little face to an invisible place behind the chair the girl sat in.  There was an almost mechanical whirr as the girl leaned over the edge of the chair and unplugged the socket.
Maybe that’s just her jeans rubbing against the upholstery.
The cord jumped into the air, retracting behind the chair.  The girl stood up and dangling behind her, like the spade-like tail of the devil, was the very cord she had unplugged.
The boy uneasily rose to his feet.
She twisted her torso around to see the cord, and gave it a small tug to rectify it and the cord finished retracting into where her spine might be.
“Hey, baby.” She said with a silicone smile.